Do you ever just look into the fridge even though you’re not hungry? I do this all the time. I tell myself I’m looking inside for answers that I know aren’t there.
I know what I’m hungry for and it’s not food. Probably it’s water, I should drink more water.
But no, what I’m hungry for is adventure, escape from boredom, freedom, open skies, fresh air, the sound of water flowing, rocks. I am so hungry for rocks.
Like Leo Tolstoy “I want movement, not a calm course of existence. I want excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I feel in myself a superabundance of energy which finds no outlet in our quiet life.”
This week I did not have to live a quiet life and I felt no need to look in the refrigerator for answers. I spent days in Northern PA, hiking the hills, climbing fire towers and cliffs, and eating my fill.
